The Light of day Turned dark, as the sun retreats. The only noise in the forest was the wind and the many animals, either hunting or being hunted. Yet Unknowingly to all those creatures, In one of the most densely packs area of the forrest, there was a special tree. 

The tree had memorised the process the admin showed him and tried to recreate it, only to feel a weird sensation. It hated this new sensation. 

The tree kept trying, pushing against this new sensation. It getting more and more Intense by the second. The mana light started appearing, the ground, the air. Mana poured in form every direction, filling the air. The animals and the bugs just lay there 

Do they not see it? the tree thought looking at the bugs intently.

The mana got denser and denser. The tree than started pulling the mana closer, covering its bark. Layers piled up, the admin didn't tell the tree what to do now. It looked quite odd, a tree covered in glowing lights, making it look like it was on fire. 

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

It thought to itself, the admin did say to pull it into itself.

{+3 mana)

Words appeared in the trees mind, it caused the tree to be excited, maybe if it pulled all the mana in, something interesting could happen. The mana started pulling towards it, the sensation from before pushing even harder into its conciseness. It was bad, it felt like thousand of those tiny bugs digging into its body.

The mana pushed in, till all of it was forced inside the bark. Suddenly, a flash of light exploded from the tree. The small animals ran away in a panic and the bugs scuttled back into their homes. The nights sky lit up, it was beautiful. 

Of course the tree would have loved to see this, but it unfortunately it had passed out.  

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In a non specific town, in a quiet back alley bar, three figures sit around a table.

“Did you hear?” the first figure whispers to the table 

“The thing about the druid hunt?” the second figure chimes in.

“No, about the hero”

“Hero?”

“That guy who killed the demon lords in he east singe handidly?”

“Oh that guy, what about him?” 

the first figure leans in toward the other two figure

“Apparently he is in this town, Im looking for him to get my sword signed”

The second figure has a surprised look on his face while the third figure takes a sip of the tea.

“do you often ask men to sign your sword?”  

They all share a look, and burst into laughter.